One of the hardest things about being so far from home are the traditions that you have to
either leave back home or take with you, but enjoy them on your own. Every Sunday, my
brother and I waking up the earliest, we spend the morning catching up. My mom tends to any
errands that need preparing for and my father prepares brunch. And with cricket on in the background
on the television and me on my laptop and my brother sprawled out on the couch. It almost became
an accidental tradition. To this day, my parents still go on with Sunday the very same way
as if my brother and I never left.
I miss those gentle mornings with a coffee in hand that turns cold because the morning is just
too leisurely. And since moving here I was too focused on gaining my independence and
figuring and toughing out on every aspect of life.
new sunday traditions
One thing I love about London are the markets that are so close in proximity, especially this
new flat of mine. I’ve adapted my Sunday mornings, which is a bit of a tough one since I’m not
the greatest with change.
They start with changing into jogging leggings or shots and a baseball cap with a walk down to
the market. The market fresh coffee beans are the best by far so I pick up an americano and then
peruse the market for fresh fruits and anything that seems appealing. Luckily for me, my
flatmate is just as into food as I am. So we started cooking together. And this quiche, her absolute
favorite, was the product of a new tradition in this city I call home.
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